l’Orange (Francis Ponge Poems)
Comme dans l'?ponge il y a dans l'orange une aspiration ? reprendre contenance apr?s avoir subi l'?preuve de l'expression. Mais ...
Comme dans l'?ponge il y a dans l'orange une aspiration ? reprendre contenance apr?s avoir subi l'?preuve de l'expression. Mais ...
I heard the grasses talking, talking, Down in the meadow, one summer day, The prettiest things I heard them ...
Content Primroses,With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,Peeping as from his mother's lap the childWho courts shy ...
IThe shepherd, with his eye on hazy South,Has told of rain upon the fall of day.But promise is there none ...
Now the North wind ceases,The warm South-west awakes;Swift fly the fleeces,Thick the blossom-flakes.Now hill to hill has made the stride,And ...
The patter of rain on the roof,The glint of the sun on the rose;Of life, these the warp and the ...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, in underpants of blotting paper, and, like balloons, the Antiworlds hang up above him in ...
Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and messenger of dawn, Circling above ...
A story, a story! (Let it go. Let it come.) I was stamped out like a Plymouth fender into this ...
More Cottons yet? O let not envious Fate Attempt the Ruine of our growing State. O had it spar'd Sir ...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the night- The blotting ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
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